a child rises up <br />for his first walk <br /> <br />his first walk <br />rushes him for <br />his first run <br /> <br />his first run <br />is fast and speed <br /> <br />takes him anywhere <br />away from family <br /> <br />where he begins <br />another family of his own <br /> <br />children rush to become <br />fathers and mothers <br /> <br />to beget children again <br />another family line <br /> <br />another roots for the <br />family line another tree <br /> <br />another name another <br />family name <br /> <br />what are we doing? <br />we are rushing chasing time <br /> <br />as though we can do it <br />no, time is like a truck <br /> <br />it over runs everyone <br />squashed and mashed <br /> <br />like things like creatures <br />everyone perishes at last.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chasing-time/
